Dimly lit - Vague city Populated by half remembered people Names with wrong faces Attend meetings Where the faces have no names Station - Crowded platforms Another city beckons Dimly recalled - I know the name Buildings just shadows And none where they should be The name fades before I can grasp An empty platform Locomotives pass But their numbers elude me Has there been a war? Futuristic city under glowering sky Collage of films? Nothing left, no substance Just empty shells A littering of still frames Factory - Long abandoned But I work here! Climbing ladders, tracing wires Going down - sub-terra Or is that terror Something malevolent In the darkness Unseen - I flee In the Night Shift...
Martin Addison – 01/04/2021
This year I will be trying to write some poetry for #napowrimo month. It is not an official entry as my creative process is unlikely to allow for a poem each and every day. However, let’s see how we go 🙂
Dreams are so mysterious. And turning the images, or partial images, is poetry. Nice work, Martin. I hope you can keep the creativity coming for your poetry month!
Thanks Debra 🙂 I don’t think they’ll all be as dark or as lengthy as this first one though 😉